by day the blue will pale down into white where it touches the white of the land, after sunset it has a new circumference-orange, melting upwards into tenderest purple. but the core of blue persists, and so it is by night. then the stars hang like lamps from the immense vault. the distance between the vault and them is as nothing to the distance behind them, and that farther distance, though beyond colour, last freed itself from blue. -e.m. forster (a passage to india)
Tuesday, August 25, 2026
cats in the way
sometimes it's hard to get any work done . . if zuzu isn't knocking my hand holding the pen, then cricket is continually jumping onto my lap and turning in circles: looking at me and then looking at what i'm trying to do. he can't sit still.
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